Shi Nuan froze for a moment, looking at Song Yansheng in surprise.
Song Yansheng said, "Nuannuan, have I failed to make myself clear? Or do you have a way to turn everything back to the beginning? So that no one will say I, Song Yansheng, have been cuckolded, won't say I'm a big idiot, a moron, a lunatic?"
Shi Nuan's chest trembled as she said, "But when you married me back then…"
"Yes, when I married you, I never thought about so‑called reputation. I wasn't afraid of people saying I stole my nephew's fiancée. I feared nothing, because I am Song Yansheng. The woman I set my sights on, whoever she is, I'll have her. I have that nerve, and I have that ability… But now, what have I become? You tell me, what have I become now?!"
Shi Nuan's eyes flickered, already brimming with tears. She wanted to say something, but what was there to say?
Just then, a cellphone rang. It was Song Yansheng's phone.
